Dreaming again — Non-Fiction

Dreaming again

I’m back in your room to corrupt you.  I can see your excitement and feel your shortness of breath. I keep looking at you, I like the way you blush, and I don’t need to tell you anything because you already know what you’re wishing for, baby. I can feel the heat under your skin, and the desire in your eyes. When I get so close that you can feel my breath on your skin, I reach out and tangle my fingers in your hair, placing it over your shoulders. I run my hand down your back while you hold your breath.

You were a bad girl, and you deserve to be punished, but you know that. That’s why you don’t say anything when I lift the back of your skirt, exposing that part of your body. The doubt about what will happen next makes you feel the need to touch yourself like when you are alone and I whisper in your ear from a distance. Excitement about the punishment and reward that you know will follow, which makes your folds swell and get soaked. A flash of shame runs through you because you recognize the lustufl girl in you, but you look at me and the tension disappears because in my gaze there is approval and understanding, and the desire to take you beyond the limits you imagined alone before you met me.

I study your nakedness, so beautiful and so fragile at the same time, and I bend down to take off your shoes and leave your feet naked.

—Spread your legs, I say—, and you obey at once.

Your folds are feeling in the fresh air of the room as my fingers run all over your private parts until they stop between the cheeks of your ass. You can’t help but squeeze them hard as you feel my touch on that hidden spot. Then you take the initiative and get on the bed on your hands and knees, with your legs wide open and all your sex and ass well exposed to me. In this way the path of my fingers to your clitoris is easier, and I rub your openings from front to back spreading all your moisture on your pink and shiny skin.

I bend over and with a gentle tug I bring you closer by putting your pussy in front of my face, and without even touching you your clitoris swells a little more. —Let me taste you, I whisper to you—, and it’s enough for you to arch your body towards me leaving your ass ready for my mouth. With the first touch of my tongue you try to separate a little, but I hold you tighter and I keep eating your sweet nectar avidly. You can’t avoid the moaning as you feel my tongue and lips gently caressing your folds and that forbidden hole that one day will be mine.

You turn your face towards me, and I see the desire in your eyes.

—Now I want to test you, you tell me like a good girl—, and you kneel in front of me waiting for a gesture of approval.  I don’t need to tell you anything, because you know that I’m consumed by desire.You unbutton my pants and free me while you bring your lips close to the tip of my dick, taste a slight pre cum, and take all its size helping you from your hands and your tongue.  I gently caress your curly hair while your head goes back and forth to a point where I can’t stand it anymore. I come, and I warn you as I try to withdraw, but you do not let me. You cling to my cock as I release myself onto your lips and into your throat.  You haven’t stopped looking at me and I see you more beautiful than ever before, with your hair all over the place and that burning fire in your eyes.

Your lips are a little swollen and some of my semen is running down your chin. When I recover I gently move my lips closer to yours. I lick my taste from your lips and caress your tongue with mine.

At that moment it is not clear to me if I am the one who corrupts you or if you are the one who takes me beyond my limits. Maybe in time we’ll find out.